I have a lot of growing up to do, or a lot of growing down. I think that's probably more appropriate.

It's about finding unique, one-of-a-kind films that I would want to see myself. I think Party Monster is one of those.

I'd made enough made money by the time I was 12 to never work again, so it's not about a big pay check with me.

People still recognize me all the time on the street. The first thing they say when they stop me is, "Where have you been?" The second comment they make is always, "Oh, you've grown up."

The funny thing is, I'm not really a big reader, not a big fan of books in the first place.

I do have a family, and I do have friends, and so-called friends, and acquaintances, and many other people I see only around Christmas time. Maybe they could vouch for me. Maybe they could testify to my existence and save a part of me that thinks I'm no better than a bag of potato chips.

My father was overbearing. Very controlling. He was always the way he is, even before my success. He was not always a good person. He'd play mind games to make sure I knew my place. I don't see him, which is unfortunate. But I don't have any desire to see him. I vaguely know where he is, and I don't want to know.